And I shall your eyes Into tears When all that's left Are the hollows of devotion
And, out of vision We shall bring The void Crowned with hoods And crying with hope
Eagle on arm And terror in eye Resist and struggle Your faith is a lie
And, the death of dreams Shall be a beautiful end With flowers of filth And wine and fine men
Certains slips of the tongue Are laced with disappointment With disappointment From start to end Confront me with your dream And lives so cruel I curse
And, I shall turn your eyes Into tears When all that's left Are the hollows of devotion
And, out of vision We shall bring The void Crowned with hoods And crying with hope
And, the death of dreams Shall be a beautiful end With flowers of filth And wine and fine men